Yep ( ) I have tons of characters, and I have to keep track of them all somehow. Mostly I keep them in the private workshop, and copy-paste them wherever I need them.
"Another robbery was reported, Your Grace. It seems she has been appearing quite frequently. She's been coined the 'Purple Fox,' apparently because of her hair and her way of robbery."
"A fox, huh..." replied the queen, only half listening. She was looking out her the sitting room window, her breakfast sitting on a tray in front of her barely touched. Crisp waffles drizzled with syrup, a mug of steaming hot chocolate, strips of fried bacon lain in a neat row, eggs fried perfectly, their yolks resembling the morning sun illuminating what the queen was paying her attention to instead.
Her rooms were high up in one of the castle towers. High enough for her to be able to see a little over the castle wall. Normally, she'd be sitting here by her window, watching her townsmen go about their morning habits. Today, her adviser scheduled a surprise meeting, much to her disinterest.
"My Lady, please do pay attention," he said, tapping the papers littering her table. "There are more problems to be dealt with, and-"
"Then do move on to the next one, Harold," she said, waving a hand impatiently and cutting into her waffles. "She hasn't stolen anything particularly valuable yet, hasn't she?"
"Well, if you were listening, My Lady, you'd know that she's stolen some things of very particular value," he said, growing impatient.
"Ah," she remarked, her mouth full of waffles. "And?"
"And!?" Harold practically yelled. He made a few incoherent noises. He took a deep breath and steadied himself. He began counting ferrets in his head.
"So, what are we to do about it?" asked Emille, setting her utensils down.
"Well, we'll have to catch her first. She's a very slippery little thing, you know. Then we'll have her put on trial," he answered.
"Then catch her first, and then we'll discuss it. Anything more at-hand than that, Harold?"
Alexis, rubbing the back of her head with one hand, rubbing her eye with the other, walked into the stall area, where Catherine was already waiting "Good morning, Catherine." She greeted her trainer, letting her arms fall to her sides.
Catherine looked over at her "Ah, finally awake, I see." She said, before finishing up with the customer she was taking care of "I take it being out again last night didn't go well with your sleep schedule?"
"Of course not. You're already used to it, so you don't have that problem." Alexis replied, looking at the shelves "Wow, take a look at this stuff! Did you get these last night??"
"Some of them. Most I just pulled from the back room." Catherine explained, taking a large ruby from the shelf "This thing was particularly hard to get, since it was so well guarded. I had to take it while it was in transit from one storage place somewhere it... Natara, I think, to here."
"Wow. What is it?"
"Apparently it's some kind of magical relic, at least from what I can understand. I couldn't figure out how to use it, though, so we might as well turn it into gold." Catherine told her, putting the ruby back on the shelf.
There were more at-hand things, as it turned out. Emille spent much of her day hearing out appeals and supervising trials. It had become rather monotonous and boring.
It was always the same thing one way or another. Some needed better housing. Some needed better jobs. Some needed better access to food. It was alwas something better. Though hearing it over and over again never desensitized her to it.
Every time she'd hear it, "better," she'd feel a twinge. Of what, she couldn't tell: guilt, shame, helplessness, or something else. She was queen of Crestfall, ruler of a kingdom, all the power in the land, hers, yet she still couldn't provide for her subjects
"Don't take it to heart, m'lady," cooed Katja, her l
ady servant. "There's only so much one person can do." She gave her a gentle smile, her eyes glinting dully in the lamplight.
Emille sighed. "I know, I know," she said, her voice coming out as a wisp. "I'm the queen..." she trailed.
She sat there for a while in her sitting room by the window, looking out as she so often did. She didn't even notice Katja leave. She stood up as stars began to emerge in the darkening sky.
Katja had left her a change of clothes on the bed, one of her soft silken nightgowns, and ran her a warm bath. She took the nightgown's soft cloth into her fingers, running the fabric between them. Slowly, they slipped off and back onto the bed. That was how she left it.
The night air was cool against her cheeks. A lot chillier than she had expected. She drew her hood tighter around her head.
Escaping was easy enough, what with countless nights of sneaking out of bed as a little girl. She knew perfectly how the shadows fell in her castle and knew perfectly how to keep her steps quiet. She slipped out through the south walls.
Catherine and Alexis ran about their regular day, with Catherine deciding to man the shop for the day as she didn't have any targets in mind right now. Alexis was working in another room nearby, where she had all of her brewing equipment. Over the time she'd been out here, she learned how to make different kinds of potions that could help her survive, and they've proven quite useful. Even Catherine had several flasks in her belt - At this point, they both had gotten their hands on belts that, along with holding their daggers, were specifically made for holding potions, with grips that held on to the necks of the bottles and kept them from hitting each other, a useful feature for when one is trying not to be detected - whenever she was out, if not at all times.
They worked like this for the rest of the day, with Alexis occasionally going out to collect ingredients to refill her stock. Eventually, the sun set, and Catherine closed up the stall. Once she finished, she went to get Alexis, who was still working "Hey, you going to go out tonight?" She asked, leaning against the doorway.
Alexis looked up from the potion she was making "Huh? Oh, yeah, right! Give me one second, I just finished." She said, corking the bottle and hanging it onto her belt "Okay, our potions are all stocked up."
Catherine nodded "Good. Though, I have to question hanging a fresh potion on your belt like that. Seems like the scent from it could get us caught."
"Oh, I guess that's true." Alexis replied, swapping the fresh potion out for one of the older ones on the shelf "Okay, now we're all ready." She said, and the two headed out, through the cave complex that made up their hideout. They walked through the barrier of Illusion magic that hid the entrance to their cave; Something an acquaintance of Catherine's did for her a while back. She'd helped him out, and in exchange he casted a permanent spell on the entrance of the cave to make it look like it was solid rock.
"So, where are we hitting tonight?" Alexis asked, as they walked towards town.
"I'm thinking of stocking up on some food." Catherine replied "There's a market in town that we can get it from."
Alexis nodded in understanding "Alright, let's head over there, then." She said, and the rest of the walk into town was made in silence. When they arrived, they stuck to the shadows, leaving the town soldiers unaware of their presence as they made their way for the market. They made sure none of the staff were there before starting their operation.
Once out of the castle, Emille parted with the shadows and walked along the cobblestone streets almost leisurely. She had left all her jewelry in her rooms and put on dark brown contacts (she felt brown eyes would attract less attention than her blue ones) and her hood was drawn over her head so that it cast a shadow over most of her face.
She wasn't really sure where to head. The split-second decision made in her rooms was more of a yes-or-no, and nothing much beyond that.
On she walked, her boots clicking dully on the cobblestones. She walked by a few people here and there but they never took a second look at her. She took a left at the first turn, taking a mental note; it wouldn't be favorable to get lost in your own kingdom's streets. Maybe I could look for an open diner. There should be some still open. Sir Gordon talks a lot about them, she thought. She turned to the general direction of the market, remembering Gordon saying something about one in the area.
Catherine and Alexis started taking what they could from the market. They didn't have nearly enough room in their bags to take everything, so they each took a few pieces of each food. While they worked, Alexis ran Catherine's voice through her head. Move quickly and quietly, and keep your eyes and ears on your surroundings at all times. Catherine seemed to do this just naturally, while Alexis still had trouble keeping her focus around her, as she kept subconsciously paying attention to what she was taking.
Soon, their bags were full, and they started to make their way out of the market.
A flash of purple caught Emille's eye as her boots clicked dully on cobblestone. She flicked her eyes to the source, spotting the thieves as they were leaving. She ducked into a shadow by the brick walls of a house. Or maybe it was a store? She wasn't sure. She heard their steps growing louder, closer, though ever so faint. She thought for a moment of what to do, wondering if they would simply just pass her by without noticing her or if she should turn tail and leave.
What happened next was all very quick. First, the infamous Purple Fox's companion catching the glint of her eyes. Second, the scuffling of boots. Third, the voice of a castle guard calling. "HALT! IN THE NAME OF THE QUEEN!"
Emille's first thought wasn't that the Fox should be caught, surprisingly. She broke away from the shadows almost directly beside the two, hood drawn tightly over her head. "I don't suppose you two would know a place to disappear to?" she asked, her voice adopting the accent she so often hears among her staff and the subjects that come to make appeals in her court.
As the guard called out to them, Catherine looked at him "Crap..." She said, before the two bolted into the alleyways, before Emille could approach them. Alexis tried to remember what Catherine told her in situations like this. Let's see... Take the loot with you if you can, but if you have to, drop it. It's not worth getting captured, unless you're stealing the treasure to end all treasures. Of course, this being food, that obviously wasn't the case.
Emille stole a glance over her shoulder at the guard. It wasn't one she didn't know, and he surely wasn't one who didn't know her. She looked ahead again, trailing a little behind the two. Despite the bit of urgency, she couldn't help but gawk at the older girl's hair. She pondered whether it was natural or dyed, and if so, where in the seven hells she got it.
And now that she was thinking, she gave the situation at hand some thought: It wasn't her the guard was chasing, it was the two thieves who stole the food. But now she was running by them, and thus probably considered one. But then again, maybe she wasn't. But then again...
She continued running. If ever she needed to break away, she thought, she could easily scale one of the houses' walls and go over the roof.
Catherine glanced over at the girl that was with them for a moment. Assuming she was a civilian here to try and help capture them, she ran further ahead. Alexis followed suit, as neither of them knew the girl, and they were in the middle of a chase, so really they didn't know what side she was on, nor did they have time to ask. Soon, they made it outside the town walls, and stopped to make sure the guard wasn't still following them. Alexis was hiding behind a tree nearby, with her bag of food at the ready in case the guard approached, planning to knock him out with it.
Emille slid into the wall's shadow, gathering herself into a bundle of black, almost completely invisible. She was to the far right of the two, sitting and waiting.
The guard eventually caught up, all huffs and puffs and doubled over, his hands on his knees. He never really was much of a runner, thought Emille, what with all his weight to carry. He wobbled on, slowly regaining composure as he came closer to see if the two, or at least one, was hiding somewhere nearby.
As the guard approached, Alexis' grip on her bag tightened. Once he passed by the tree she was hiding behind, she swung the bag forcefully into his head, knocking him to the ground, before she and Catherine ran off "Nice thinking." Catherine told Alexis as they made their way for their hideout.
"Thanks." Alexis replied. At the time, she figured, she had a heavy bag in her hands, it'd be a lot less lethal to hit him in the face with that than with a dagger.
Emille slid out just as the two took off. She watched them disappear into the dark, their footsteps echoing ever so slightly. Then she looked down at her fallen guard, looking for all the world like he simply fell asleep. She sighed.
She hoisted him up by the armpits and dragged him to a tree, sitting him up against the trunk. She took another look at the direction the two thieves took before heading back the way she came, food forgotten.
The two made it to their hideout and, as a bonus, also lost the civilian that was tailing them as well, so they wouldn't have to deal with him/her too. Checking to make sure that nobody was watching, they walked through the rock illusion hiding the entrance. Alexis had been here many times before, but every time she was impressed at how complex the correct path to their hideout was, with many different, wrong pathways branching off of it all the way down. That, in addition to the illusion on the entrance, was how they had never been found even after all this time. Anyone who came in would most certainly get lost without knowing the correct way through.
The moon was still high up in the sky. Emille let her hood hang behind her back after noting no one seemed to recognize her. All the townspeople seemed to prefer to keep to their own little shadows.
She stopped by an open stall; the owner was already beginning to put their stock away. She exchanged a couple copper pieces for an apple, noting the bony fingers that handed it to her, and the sunken eyes that seemed to stay glued to the cobblestone floor. So they really are in need of food, huh? she thought to herself. She slipped an extra silver onto the man's tabletop before turning to leave.
By the time she got back, the guards were all either too drunk to function or asleep. She clicked her tongue. I'll be killed for this someday, she thought to herself mildly, simply walking past the two guards at the rear of her castle.
"Lucky break, huh?" Alexis commented, as they started to sort through the food they'd acquired "How did that guy find us, anyway? I thought you said you knew their rounds."
"That doesn't mean they won't deviate from it. Plus, that villager that was following us as well, he probably tipped the guard off." Catherine replied.
"He? You know it was a he?" Alexis asked as she organized the shelves.
"He had a cloak and a hood on, so I'm sure nobody could see his face. I think it's safe to assume it was a he. What do you think I should refer to him as?"